"Cowboys"

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: 
 [bad word]  CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, 
No the n***er dies. 

[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when **** 
Desperado, do work for new boy 
I pull out my gun and plug two like [bad word] 

[WYCLEF:] Wyclef 

[PACE1:] [PACE 1]

[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won, 

[PACE1:] Our motto, a [bad word] Desperado. 

[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors 
So they play the Jesse James Character 

[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured. 

[PACE1:]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct 
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton 

[WYCLEF:]
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies 

Thrown off the building like the Fall guy 
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave 
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves 

[PACE1:]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley 
On some villain [bad word]  wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey 
With his gat [bad word]  stinkin' up the crack spot 
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot 

[WYCLEF:]
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder 
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher 
If you see [bad word]  you better [bad word] 
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. 
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash 

[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights. 

[LAURYN:]
We make moves in stage coaches 
Rah Digga likes the roaches 
If anyone approaches 
We be like noches, buenos 
And [bad word] a poem for the many gun-slingers 
R & singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers. 

[RAH DIGGA:]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest 
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice. 
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours 
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours. 

[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio 
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. 
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles 
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle. 

[RAH DIGGA:]
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets 
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips 
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof 
Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof. 

[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters 
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters 
While mamasitas carry real heaters. 

[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and 
L rocks the Nubian twists 
96 
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed 

[CLEF: [bad word] ]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, 
No the n***er dies. 

[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees 
It be more n***as than the NAACP [bad word]  up on weed of all type 
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes. 

[PRAZ:]
(You've got to know when to hold them, 
Know when to fold them) 
I can take the sunshine, [bad word] in your wine 
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine. 
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa 

[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne 
Push him off [bad word] train in the movie Shane 
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?" 

[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain 
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store, 
While my [bad word] slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor 
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers, 
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as. 
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La 
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah 

[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight 
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic 
On some absur